terrible things - ashton irwin

seven

Song for this chapter is Chocolate by The 1975! I love this song and it makes me feel alive so :)

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This wasn't anything like the moped I rode once. It wasn't anything like if ever felt before. We weren't even on the highway yet, but already it felt like we were flying.

Then above the roar of the engine I heard Ashton's voice. "I don't want a tickel' cause I'd rather ride my motor sickel!" It was an old Arlo Guthrie song. I knew the words because my dad used to sing them to me when I was a little girl.

"And I don't want to diiie, Just want to ride on my motor cycle," I joined in, even though I can't carry a tune to save my life.

Ashton leisurely steered us past strip malls on the outskirts of town. He was whistling now (because if you want to blow out your vocal cords, try singing loudly enough to be heard over a Harley). He was acting like it was no big deal to be zipping away on a stolen motorcycle.

My God, what in the world did we think we were going? We were supposed to be on a bus, and instead we were in a stolen motorcycle that cost more than my mum made in two years. Escape was one thing, but robbery took it to another level.

Suddenly I couldn't stop picturing the disappointment on my mums face when she posted my bail, or the headline in the Klamath Falls Herald and News- Good Girl Gone Bad -next to an unflattering mug shot that washed out my brown eyes and olive skin.

I tried not to imagine a cop around every bend as we headed south of the Klamath Falls Country Club, where my mum used to go for sloe gin fizzes on Ladies' Poker Night. And I kind of freaked out when we were actually acknowledged by another motorcycle rider, heading into town. As he passed the biker dropped his arm down, two fingers angling towards the road, and Ashton mirrored that gesture.

"Don't take your hands of the handlebars!" I yelled. "Ever!"

"But it's the Harley wave," Ashton hollered.

"So?"

"So it's rude not to do it back!"

Of course, manners are useless when you're back in the bottom of a ditch.... I didn't say that to Ashton, though, because I had to admit, Ashtom was driving the motor cycle like he's done it a thousand times before. Had he? Didn't a person bed a special license to drive a motorcycle? And what about the hot-wiring?

It would've taken me that long to figure out how to start the motorcycle with a key. Yeah, we had a few things to talk about, Ashton and me.

Past the Home Depot and Eddie's 90-Days-Same-as-Cash, Ashton yelled something, but the roar of the engine swallowed his voice.

I think it was "Are you ready?" I didn't know what he was talking about, but whatever it was, I was probably not ready. Then I noticed that the speed limit went up to fifty-five, and Ashton pulled back the throttle. This my be obvious, but the thing about being on a motorcycle is that there is nothing between you and the world. (Or between you and the hard pavement.) The wind roars in your face. The sun shines in your eyes like a klieg light there is no windshield.

There are no seat belts. We were going sixty-five now, and the little white needle was rising. I tightened my arms around Ashton's waist.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

Eighty, and the roar of the wind drowned out the sound of my screaming. Ninety, and tears were screaming from my eyes. I clung onto Ashon for dear life. One hundred, and I might as well have been on a rocket ship blasting into the stratosphere.

Adrenaline coursed through us like liquid fire. We were charged. Dangerous. The motorcyclez shuddered and gained trying to push me off the back of the bike. My life flashed before my eyes- my small, sad life. Good riddance!

The fear was electrifying. It was terrifying and amazing,and if I'd thought I was having a heart attack before, I was defiantly having one now. And u was totally, dizzyingly, thrillingly looking every second out of it. In those brief moments, I shed my small-town good-girl reputation like an ugly sweater, and I burned it in the flames of the Harley insignia.

We were runaway. Out ways. Me and Ashton. Ashton and me. And if we died in a fiery crash, well, we'd die happy, wouldn't we?

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word count - 781

I really liked this chapter so cuteee!